13 September 2015:
23year old author?Really!! I have been asking myself this question for the last 17 days. Who am i and what happened, found answers in a flash but the hit my temporal lobe took erased all of me especially a part which defined me. A part i have not been able to recreate "my words".
23year old author?Really!! I have been asking myself this question for the last 17 days. Who am i and what happened, found answers in a flash but the hit my temporal lobe took erased all of me especially a part which defined me. A part i have not been able to recreate "my words".
14 September 2015:
This is my second day with this friend who gave me a lot of answers that i required. A lot of things i loved ,dreamed and saw before the car crash that put me in bed taking away my most valuable memories. I am now an empty book trying to find an author who could fill my pages up with truth.
This coffee shop around the corner on the busiest street of Bangalore has played a major role in my diary and here i sit reading every page to find out the inspiration that had made me an author of 3 best sellers. I know its somewhere here and these entries proves it
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-->1 January 2015:
3years and 3 books what a journey!! I am finger tips away from completing my dream. The one crowning jewel, my soul inspiration to all my dreams is what i aspire .
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As i return to Cunningham street to take a stroll before going back to my solitary home in the 3rd street of Vasanth Nagar , i feel the pain of not understanding the light that gave me a road filled with pleasure and relief of nearly kissing my dream.
15 September 2015:
My birthday, what meaning does it have! as i don't have the slightest of ideas on how my days went through in the past and how i landed here in this Garden City. I know my memories wont be back but i have my diaries that draw a picture of a few years i have spent in India's silicon valley.
The sun is setting as the sky turns red and the night takes shape. A dim light broke through the window reflected from the glass mirrored buildings lining opposite to the cafe coffee day on the Cunningham Crescent road . My eyes fell on her, and my hands hurried through every page, heart reliving every memory laid down in my treasure chest of reminiscence : MY DIARY.
Is she the one?
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-->9 January 2015 :
The light through the window illuminated the table on far right but the only thing more beautiful was the light illuminating from that face.
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-->29 January 2015:
Eyes so dark and big that even your glasses feel its unfair to hide them. Even the billion words in my dictionary are not soulful enough to articulate about those eyes.
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-->14 February 2015:
That neatly tucked pony tail, a black mascara and pink cheeks, why was the almighty so partial to her. Worlds entire beauty would struggle to match up to her.
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-->1 March 2015:
The softer the lips, better the kiss. Does softness have a better definition than those little pink lips of yours?
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--> 25 March 2015:
Smile so refreshing, smile that warms several souls, smile that comes from your heart.
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-->7 April 2015:
I am in love. Love so intense that my life is nothing but you.
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-->17 May 2015:
You complete me. Should i speak?Should i express?Should i try?what if i fail?
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-->10 June 2015:
I have known you, not through the language we speak but the words i write. Every day passes by with the realization that you are the final chapter of my book, a book that has been a work of inspiration, a work to describe your endless beauty.
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-->22 June 2015:
Long fingers holding, the coffee tight, tender lips kissing the mug and a smile of approval. I envy that mug more than anything in life today.
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-->13 july 2015:
Time may be running out, it has been a long wait. May be today i open my heart to you but what if i fail?
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-->15 july 2015:
Three words are not far. Eyes vibrant and the most beautiful curve in your body- "Your Smile" acknowledging me. I noticed you hold to your heart my work -"The author's diary", a work that defines the same heart its kissing now . It's time to reveal , the thousands of words i penned down on that book is your own reflection. Just another unsatisfied attempt to combine letters to describe your sensuousness.
But what if i fail?what if my dreams come crashing down to earth?
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My heart skipped a beat or two, eyes moistened as the reality struck me that i had my dream and inspiration sitting three tables across to my right all this time.
I realize today, Destiny gave me you, the inspiration to my dreams and those dreams repay me today through this DIARY by giving me back my destiny. Fear of losing you, the stupidness of trusting that i had more time has nearly cost me my love.
Birthday!!!! Yes truly it is... I am born again today. The memories may never come back but this memory will stay along for ever. I wont fail today as i am expressing my love, my dream and my thoughts. Maybe i don't have to do much as she already has read them through my books.
16 September 2015:
Time and memories can never be controlled. The only thing that is in our hand is our life, our dreams. Never wait to take a decision or the right time as you may never know when everything from your book is erased. I fill my pages today with words but the hand that pens them down is yours
Eyes so dark and big that even your glasses feel its unfair to hide them. Even the billion words in my dictionary are not soulful enough to articulate about those eyes.
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-->14 February 2015:
That neatly tucked pony tail, a black mascara and pink cheeks, why was the almighty so partial to her. Worlds entire beauty would struggle to match up to her.
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-->1 March 2015:
The softer the lips, better the kiss. Does softness have a better definition than those little pink lips of yours?
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--> 25 March 2015:
Smile so refreshing, smile that warms several souls, smile that comes from your heart.
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-->7 April 2015:
I am in love. Love so intense that my life is nothing but you.
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-->17 May 2015:
You complete me. Should i speak?Should i express?Should i try?what if i fail?
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-->10 June 2015:
I have known you, not through the language we speak but the words i write. Every day passes by with the realization that you are the final chapter of my book, a book that has been a work of inspiration, a work to describe your endless beauty.
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-->22 June 2015:
Long fingers holding, the coffee tight, tender lips kissing the mug and a smile of approval. I envy that mug more than anything in life today.
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-->13 july 2015:
Time may be running out, it has been a long wait. May be today i open my heart to you but what if i fail?
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-->15 july 2015:
Three words are not far. Eyes vibrant and the most beautiful curve in your body- "Your Smile" acknowledging me. I noticed you hold to your heart my work -"The author's diary", a work that defines the same heart its kissing now . It's time to reveal , the thousands of words i penned down on that book is your own reflection. Just another unsatisfied attempt to combine letters to describe your sensuousness.
But what if i fail?what if my dreams come crashing down to earth?
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My heart skipped a beat or two, eyes moistened as the reality struck me that i had my dream and inspiration sitting three tables across to my right all this time.
I realize today, Destiny gave me you, the inspiration to my dreams and those dreams repay me today through this DIARY by giving me back my destiny. Fear of losing you, the stupidness of trusting that i had more time has nearly cost me my love.
Birthday!!!! Yes truly it is... I am born again today. The memories may never come back but this memory will stay along for ever. I wont fail today as i am expressing my love, my dream and my thoughts. Maybe i don't have to do much as she already has read them through my books.
16 September 2015:
Time and memories can never be controlled. The only thing that is in our hand is our life, our dreams. Never wait to take a decision or the right time as you may never know when everything from your book is erased. I fill my pages today with words but the hand that pens them down is yours
Dedicated to someone special....by Arjun
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